In Search of New Beginnings (from Birdhouses of the Heart)

In this white room I wait
days slip quietly by
like patients searching for doctors
who can never be reached
hours slowly receding into rain
time left on chilly grass

the warmth of your shadow
crosses my mind
as I review past entrances
and exits, the flame of your love
like a tallow torch

if only I could call you back
saying Put me together again

I'm hidden away and I don't know where
to find me

you could make sense of the storms that consume me

you could help me find an ending
that turns out right
like the last page of a book
where happily ever after is
a new beginning.